This is the last story I will tell; it's all going to hell. Stuck with your head in the wall and that's how it has always been. Your eyes tell stories
It's what you want now, but you can't have it all: it's time to raise the stakes. This time we wait again and again. The reflection of all you are is
Your voice, it's a killer. And so far away. Your voice, it speaks to me through time: "what the hell are you thinking?". And I know I was wrong, but I
Think about it; the wrong places, the wrong faces would start with the killing of every child. This is not a matter of life and death anymore. We will
Your voice, it's a killer. And so far away. Your voice, it speaks to me through time: \"what the hell are you thinking?\". And I know I was wrong, but
